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About Houston

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? And I’m like, what’s the deal with this?! I mean, it’s 2025, shouldn’t there be an app? Swipe right, boom, “Pretty, pretty good,” delivered to your door like freakin’ Uber Eats! But nooo, it’s still this shady mess—makes me nuts! I’m picturin’ it like that scene in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, y’know, where they’re drivin’ around in the dark, lost as hell, lookin’ for somethin’—a body, sure, but same vibe! “The wind is howling,” the guy says, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, that’s me, howlin’ at the stupidity of it all!

Hamptons Life

whore, which did corrupt the earth with their fornication, and So, I just find it in what I find interesting about that is we got.

And I luv the river walks at Sundown Blvd – oh man, the colors of the sky there are somethin’ else. It’s just magical, like believin’ in fortune cookies. I sometimes get lost in thought, thinkin’ “Fool me once, shame on... err, you know!” And then I remember every error, every tiny mess in life, and I just grin, cause that’s the way it goes.

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